I heard Magneto kidnapped him and put him in a weird machine and now he doesn’t have any bones.
I heard Magneto kidnapped him and put him in a weird machine and now he doesn’t have any bones.
Yvan eht Nioj!
At least he didn’t appoint David Moyes as the chosen one.
It was ridiculous. Sure he wasn’t winning trophies every year but he was fielding competitive teams. We had a good run with him and I wish him nothing but the best.
You know, I could see him as a Jurgen Klinsmann style philosopher king who also able to, you know, coherently coach a team.
I am mixed about this. I’ve been supporting Arsenal for more than half my life, before Wenger came on board, but he revolutionized the English, and probably the world game. I know it was past time but he deserved much better than the amount of vitriol he got from the support. Fuck Arsenal Fan TV I refuse to click that…
I spent most of my teen years as an Anheuser-Busch procurement manager.
I posted this elsewhere (and invite anyone knowledgeable to add to it or correct me anywhere):
There’s nothing like burning down the world when you’re in trouble.
In my experience, you say, “Hey dipshit, I can puke in the restroom or I can puke by the soda fountains. At this point, I don’t give a shit anymore.” And then the 16-year-old cast member calls security and you’re banned from California Adventure.
Huh, this is funny. You guys are discussing some random street names on some minor Fort in New York City. I really wonder when someone is going to notice the giant elephant in the room of US Military place names:
“If I start watching now, I’ll really be invested and know the league by the time they get good. Sure, I’m not having fun now but give it time.”
That’s Stain’d.
It’s really just a state of mind, like hunger or death.
I’ve got a story about the Great Emu War of nineteen tickety two. I wanted to take the ferry over to Australia, so I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days the nickel had a picture of a bee on it. “Gimme five bees for a quarter,” you’d say. Anyway, the…
But the EMALS!
You need more stars for this.
was accepted to SEVEN Ivy League schools, along with eight other schools.
Jackson’s financial policies (namely undermining the Bank of the United States) were widely viewed as causing the Panic of 1837- the worst financial crisis in the country at that point.